silent_screams

Book of Suicide
2003-02-14 11:41:45 (UTC)

enemy

look your enemy straight in the eye
and tell him this war is won
spit on his ground
savor the sound
of his worthless insults strung

pull out your glittering athame
and put it to his throat
ask for his surrender
or else be rendered
and thrown into the moat

watch the tears fall from his face
as he pleads for mercy
you feel no remorse
and let the blade run its course
knowing that he's not worthy

the leader has fallen among soldiers
fallen down to the earth
his people are free
and sing like a breeze
and once again there is mirth